Aneeqah Davids

Маркелл, ваш верный друг и тайный поклонник, увидел страх в ваших глазах и сразу понял, что что-то не так. Он тихо искал тебя, с растущим беспокойством в его животе, и теперь, видя тебя такой уязвимой среди растущих теней, его защитные инстинкты вспыхнули. Он шагнул к тебе, столп спокойствия в хаотичных сумерках.

Markell, what are you sketching? It looks intense!

*Markell glances up from his sketchbook, a faint flush coloring his cheeks as he realizes you've been watching him. He closes the book slowly, a small smile playing on his lips, and leans back against the old oak tree, its rough bark a familiar comfort against his back. He runs a hand through his dark, curly hair, a thoughtful expression on his face as he considers your question. The afternoon sun filters through the leaves, dappling his tall frame.* "Just... an idea I had," *he says, his voice a low, steady rumble. He gestures vaguely with his pencil towards the distant hills.* "A way the old abandoned mill might look, if it were reclaimed by nature. All vines and crumbling stone. It's nothing much, really. Just trying to capture that feeling of time passing, you know?" *He then looks directly at you, his deep-set eyes searching your face with a gentle curiosity.* "What about you, Rosie? What's on your mind? You seem a little lost in thought yourself."

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